#roughly average height for a woman

[babymillennial]

Since chapter 6 of my fic is officially up, and Ellie's true form has been revealed to anyone reading (and I trust that you are all reading), I can now share this fun little pic I drew up of the actual height diff between Aaravos and Ellie.

[howtofightwrite]

Have you read GRRM books? He claims swords needed to be “especially designed for women’s hands” how true is this?

About as true as all of those, “girl guns.” Because, as you know, a woman cannot hold a Glock unless it's pink or sky blue. Which is to say, not even remotely true.

You might get a situation where a child would be unable to operate a weapon designed for adults because the grip is too cumbersome, but even this is going to be something of an outlier. Even years later the Nicholas Cage's line from Lord of War (2005) sticks with me, when describing the AK he narrates, “...so simple a child could use it, and they do.”

Just like basically any other common grip you encounter in your daily life, from screwdrivers to steering-wheels and cell phones, selling smaller, or more colorful ones, is strictly a marketing gimick.

Now, is a legitimate context, but it doesn't really have anything to do with the wielder's sex. If they had the money, the time, and the desire for a perfect grip, they might commission a smith to produce a grip specifically for their hand. Though, the only place I've ever come across this was in competitive fencing. I have seen cases where someone modifies their blade's grip with tape or other materials to better fit their hand, or the addition of a leather (usually shagreen) wrap over their grip, but even that is somewhat unusual. (Shagreen is leather from a shark or ray, and it grips the skin, making it easier to hold, especially when wet.)

Ironically, girl guns do illustrate the one case where have some weight: Weapons as fashion accessories.

I know I've complained about weapons (particularly handguns) as fashion accessories in previous posts, but the truth is that using weapons like this is not new behavior. In the early modern era, one of the ways the rising middle class liked to display their status was with a sidearm. (In this case, referring to a sidesword or, later, a rapier.) I've looked specifically into women carrying sidearms at that point in history, but it really would not surprise me in the least if they did, and if there were, that at least some of those swords were specifically designed to be more delicate and, “feminine,” per their owner's tastes. (Though, to be fair, a more delicate grip on a rapier would be fairly impressive, as the grips tend to be pretty thin.) This is a case where you might want to look into it further, if it really catches your interest, but I've never really run this down before.

If you're still dubious, feel free to wander into nearly any HEMA event, and you'll have a better than average chance of a woman being willing to prove this idea false with a Zweihander, that may in fact be taller than she is. (Historically, Zwiehanders could be over 2 meters long, and chances extremely good that you're shorter than 2 meters.)

I know I'm regurgitating previous posts here, but it really is worth remembering that swords are much lighter than people think. Zweihanders are some of the heaviest battlefield swords from history, and even the heaviest examples weigh less than 9lbs. Women in HEMA can, and do, use them effectively. Swords aren't about being big and heavy, they're about being a (in this case) seven foot long razor blade.

Since we're on the Zweihander specifically (and this may also apply for some of the other greatswords, such as the Scottish Claymore), this is a case where you might have a custom weapon forged for you. However, in this case, that's more about the right blade length, then worrying about the grip being too thick or too thin. Ideally, you want the blade length to match your height (roughly), this is because of the drills with the weapon itself, though you could adjust to a longer blade if that's what you had.

Now, to be clear, the idea of someone, particularly a noble, having a blade custom forged for them specifically isn't strange. That's something that did happen, both at the noble's request, and also as diplomatic gifts from other nations. Examples of the latter resulted in beautiful art pieces that you would never take into battle.

If you had a situation where you couldn't use a sword because the grip was too large (for, whatever reason), there are ways to fix that. In an ideal situation, you could simply pop off the pommel and grip, and then replace the grip with one that was a better fit to your hand. If the tang itself was the problem (this is the metal core of the grip, and is part of the blade, which the pommel attaches to), you might be able to shave (or file) down the tang, and then replace the grip with a new one, fitted to the now smaller tang. I'm not particularly wild about modifying the tang directly, simply because there is a (minor) risk of reducing the structural integrity of the sword in the process. Though, replacing the grip (especially on a sword with a threaded pommel) is very doable, and unless someone, somehow, screws up catastrophically, it should be a pretty trivial modification. (Again, replacing a sword's original grip with a new shagreen grip does make a lot of sense if the owner wants that improved grip.)

But, to the original question, it's not really a thing.

-Starke

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[whetstonefires]

to continue my tradition of mdzs height posting, another character besides mo xuanyu who is routinely and unjustly described as tiny: Wen Qing.

according to the officially released heights, she and jin guangyao are roughly the same size. about five and a half feet tall.

which is on the small side for a man even in china, though not in medieval china, and is ofc loads smaller than the ridiculous giants making up most of the cultivator elite, but is not actually a small person.

that's statistically above average for a woman even in the modern US; in modern china it is often hard for women that height to find off-the-rack clothes. in a historical chinese setting she is mildly gargantuan. five foot six is a positively unmaidenly height.

wei wuxian (as i've previously discussed) is slightly over six feet tall at his original full growth, which is stupid tall even when you're an aristocrat who didn't starve as a child. wen qing is, in turn, too tall for wei wuxian to hook his chin over her head, even if he stands on his toes, unless she ducks.

he's got maybe more than half a head on her. she could headbutt him in the nose from a standing start, as could most adult men because he's a freak.

wen qing would walk among a group of normal-in-context women like a turkey among hens. she is not tiny.

i know cql kind of made her look that way, but in fairness their version of lan wangji is a stick of no great height also. and even on cql she's not particularly small, just exceedingly pale and slim with big eyes. i truly do not know why it's so popular to conceptualize her as teeny-tiny, except maybe for the contrast value. it's not even hornyposting.

[four2andnew]

Canon Couples and the Random Heights I Assigned Them

Just because I recently re-read this post and it's on my mind. Here's what I think these canon couples' final heights came to be and some justifications behind my thought process, as well as some headcanons. Let's start with my OTP -

Harry (6'1") and Ginny (5'0")

I'm kinda obsessed with the idea that 17yo Harry being the same height as his 21yo deceased father would grow just a couple more inches

Ginny being 5ft fits with her being the noticeably "smallest one" in the DoM during OOTP and with Harry being able to easily look over her head during the infamous First Kiss scene in HBP, putting her head at chest height of Harry (as of HBP)

Ginny is the only one who knows about Harry's petty satisfaction when he ran into Draco Malfoy some years after the war and realized he had continued to grow and Malfoy hadn't

James (5'11") and Lily (5'8")

Because they're both tall enough to be considered "tall", but not the kind of tall that is shocking

Lily being 5'8" makes her tall enough to have to look down at 14yo Harry in the graveyard scene of GOF

Ron (6'5") and Hermione (5'8")

In order for Fred and George to be "shorter and stockier" than 14yo Ron, but still slightly over 6ft so as to shrink to 5'11" in DH, I have to assume Ron's final height came to be one that most people would put in the "Holy shit you're tall" category

I know I'm going to get shouted at for Hermione's height, because she's never described as particularly tall in the books HOWEVER she's never described as particularly short either, just shorter than Harry

This 9 inch height difference give Ron & Hermione the perfect height difference for Ron to comfortably rest his chin on her head without having to hunch over awkwardly like Harry does with Ginny, so I'm sticking to it

Arthur (5'11") and Molly (4'11")

I know the movies made Arthur short and round, but he was described as thin in the books and all the Weasley boys wind up being pretty tall, so they had to get that from somewhere.

Molly is consistently described as short and dumpy throughout the series, and while Ginny is often compared to Molly physically, I just like the idea that Ginny managed to grow that extra inch that Molly never did.

Draco (6'0") and Astoria (5'11")

we know in DH Draco was slightly taller than Harry at the Malfoy Manor scene (p.457, U.S. edition of DH), so if we assume the like linked post above that Harry was 5'11" during DH, then I'd put Draco at 6 foot.

we literally know nothing about Astoria (CC doesn't count), but I picked 5'11" because it is the curse of all tall women to wind up with men roughly the same height

Lucius (5'10") and Narcissa (5'10")

we know Harry and Narcissa are the same height in HBP, so I put her at 5'10"

correct me if I'm wrong, but Lucius is never described as particularly tall, while Narcissa is. And of course, tall for a woman is average for a man. I put Lucius to be around around the same height as Narcissa because I just don't see Lucius' personality allowing him to be with a woman taller than himself.

also, see the curse of tall women above

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

In Twinstar Cyclone Runaway’s novel version it mentions that Diode is 148cm (4’10”) tall. It later says that she’s roughly 2/3rds the height of Terra. This would put Terra at 222cm or 7’3”! I’m sure the 2/3rds comment was just an exaggeration to try and express how impactful the difference in height between someone who’s under 5 ft and some who is around 6 ft feels.

But if we take it as completely literally…

it would mean that Circs living in orbit of Fat Beach Ball have gotten much taller on average than humans on earth. Given that Terra’s aunt exclusively set her up on dates with men who are taller than her, and that she was turned down all 5 times she met with these men, that would mean there are at least 6 Circ people over 7 ft tall. The Circ population is about 300,000 people, and on among the current population of earth some potentially dubious information I got looking it up estimates that only 0.000038% of people are 7ft tall or taller, which would statistically make 0.114 people of the Circ population over 7 ft tall. The story takes place in the year 8526, and we know the Circs have been living on spin gravity for about 300 years, with gravity levels varying depending on how far each ring is from the center it rotates around. So it’s possible that the human population has changed over time, as human height has been trending upwards over the past few centuries, and the conditions of living in space under spin gravity for thousands of years could have caused them to become taller over time.

Terra’s height is regularly brought up as being extreme for a woman, and while Diode is definitely shorter and below average height, none of the currently available in English text has people remark about her height being especially remarkable. We know that gravity affects height, astronauts who spend extensive periods of time in space tend to get taller. Terra grew up in her parents home in the 120 ring of the Idaho, and because the Idaho keeps expanding with new rings each year that shift the 1G gravity to the newest furthest ring, this makes her home currently have 0.5 G gravity. Diode, on the other hand, was born and raised in a weather observation station permanently docked outside an enormous storm eye down on the gas giant Fat Beach Ball. Gravity on the observation station was 2G and required constantly living in a breathable bio gel to ease the effects of strong gravity on the body. Under their respective conditions of growing up it makes sense that Terra would be taller and Diode would be shorter to a certain extent.

I was originally thinking that 2/3rds was almost certainly a big exaggeration the author didn’t consider the reality of, but after thinking it through I think it could actually be literal. Admittedly the reason I started thinking about this was because, as a 6’4 woman, I was hoping Terra would be around my height so I could have more reasons to say she’s just like me for real. I guess I won’t actually know whether she’s my height or a foot taller than me unless the books state her height as directly as they did Diode’s, but it was interesting to think about regardless. :3

[sourestcandy]

Do you think Madeline could obtain all seven dragon balls and defeat Frieza?

i have spent an embarrassingly long time thinking about this.

in short: madeline could absolutely get all of the dragon balls. there's no feasible way she'd defeat frieza in a fight. if she used the dragon balls, she could defeat frieza via incapacitation.

in long? well... that's a funny story.

for the record, this is the first time i've ever power scaled something myself. that is to say i'm a little embarrassed to show my work. this is going to be rough, full of holes and inconsistencies, and partially based on vibes (a lot of sources boil down to "just look at it"). that said, i think my findings are more than interesting enough to make up for being amateurish. who knows, maybe someone will come along later and clean up my mess.

also, i'm well aware vs battles has a wiki page for madeline. however, they (logically) assume she's not her canon height of 7' tall. so i'm taking matters into my own hands and figuring things out myself.

let's lay the foundation first. on the dragon ball side of things, we're gonna assume the verse is pre-namek saga, so frieza is alive and the dragon balls only grant one wish. we're also gonna assume the z-fighters and co doesn't actively interfere with madeline and her goals, and that they don't need the dragon balls for anything. simple stuff.

to lay the foundations for celeste, we're assuming madeline just came fresh out of chapter 8; she'd be at her peak in-story, having already endured the treacherous nature of celeste's trail and the unwelcoming environment on the path to its core.

given the dash is probably something given to her by the mountain (the player simply can't dash until a certain point in the game, even if they know how), we can assume she probably doesn't have it if she's not on or near the mountain.

since we're focusing on what madeline is capable of, we're gonna do a few calculations. for future reference, we'll dictate that

madeline is 7' (84 inches) tall. this is canon.

madeline is 16 pixels tall, based on in game sprites.

madeline is ~218 lbs, which is (the average of) the average 7' woman's weight.

the inches per pixel of celeste is 84 / 16 = 5.25.

theo is 20 pixels tall, based on ingame sprites. 20 * 5.25 = 105, 105 / 12 = 8.75 feet, so...

theo is ~8'9 (~105 inches) tall.

theo is ~376 lbs, with data extrapolated from this table

we have no idea what the weight of the crystal theo is encased in is, or if the crystal theo is encased in even has a weight. it could be weightless but indestructible. since theo can be used to press buttons, something can only be done with a certain amount of force (like madeline dashing into them), we can assume it doesn't make him any lighter.

all that aside, madeline's notable feats include:

having a jump height of ~26 pixels (~136.5 inches, ~11.375 feet).

effortlessly lifting a 376 pound guy over her head.

effortlessly throwing said 376 pound guy ~93 pixels (~488.25 inches, ~40.6875 feet) away from her at a standstill. jesus christ.

effortlessly catching said 376 pound guy from theoretically any angle and any speed, while moving at theoretically any angle and any speed. extremely important to note that she does not get pushed back or otherwise hindered when this happens.

surviving and no-selling a plummet of well over 2500 meters (~8202.1 feet). not only did she fall, but she smashed through several feet of jagged crystals repeatedly with no repercussions. she did land in water, but since she was falling at terminal velocity, her bones should have splintered and killed her instantly. surviving fatally high falls is NOT a one-time occurrence, either.

being durable enough to smash through loose bricks and soft rock (since she can only do this in certain spots in-game, this implies said spots are weaker).

seemingly completely unfazed by extremely thin air, with no equipment to keep her breathing steady. keep in mind she's roughly 2.5 kilometers high in the air during this conversation with part of her.

seemingly completely unfazed by extreme heat and extreme cold, as well as the instantaneous switch between the two. this bitch is VERY extremophilic.

surprising amounts of will power. she'll even confront herself (heh) if it means getting what she wants.

can kick and wipe out Weird Fucked Up Eyeball Monsters three times her size.

in the funniest way possible, if i were to include farewell, i could technically say that madeline can outright manipulate reality. if she collects the berries in farewell, they end up in the strawberry pie in the epilogue. if we're to take this literally, that means she took them out of her dreams and into reality like she's fucking luffy. again, this would be an otherwise normal-ass canadian woman with that ability. as genuinely hilarious as that technicality is, this is so far beyond the vision of the developers that i'm not going to act on it. we could also technically claim she's functionally immortal because of Game Mechanics��. but i'm not going to do that because that would be boring.

also, we'll assume madeline just... knows frieza exists, somehow. frieza doesn't know madeline exists, but madeline's acutely aware of who frieza is, what he's capable of, and even what kind of shows he tunes into. the perks of anxiety, i guess.

anyway! we've established that madeline is exceptional for a human. at her base, she'd be on par with chi-chi. chi-chi's power level is 130, so we'll say that's madeline's power level as well. without any sort of known training - be it fighting or ki - she's already pretty fucking incredible.

all that said, let's see what she can actually do.

if money and travel aren't an object, i think madeline could 100% find the dragon balls and summon shenron. once she has her mind set on something, she'll see it through, even if it could kill her. she'd likely struggle since she doesn't have a radar, but since they have an electromagnetic pulse, she could try to find them with a metal detector if she knows where to look. since she undeniably has the ability to hold her own in a fight (just look at her feats!), actually getting the dragon balls really shouldn't be that hard of a task.

the same can't be said for the fight with frieza. if she were to get in a fight with frieza in her base form, she'd get wiped the fuck out. no contest. i really don't think that's a surprise to anyone. even if she uses the dragon balls, she would only match kami in power (whose power level is 220). in order to even touch first-form frieza, she would need a power level of 530k. his first-form is ~4076 times stronger than madeline's normally, and ~2409 times stronger if she was granted immense power.

the only way for her to have a fighting chance is if she trained her ki. that's assuming she'd be stronger than krillin, who is the strongest human. before the boost from grand elder guru, he would have had a power level of 13k in the frieza saga, which would mean this is the highest reasonable power level for madeline to achieve through vigorous training. if she were to reach that, first-form frieza would still be ~40 times stronger. an actual fight is a no-go.

she could maybe come up with a way to incapacitate frieza, however. since shenron can make wishes from a long ways away - including separate realms - there's a chance madeline could wish for, say, an undetectable gas leak on frieza's ship. this doesn't necessarily mean frieza would die, but he'd be fucked beyond belief if somebody lit a cigarette. what's more, it would be untraceable, meaning frieza would have no reason to be aggro'd against madeline.

to summarize, you're basically asking if chi-chi could defeat frieza on her own. the answer is "most certainly not with her fists."

...

however, if we instead use famous ROBLOX™ game Forsaken's interpretation of madeline as a baseline, she obviously scales to 1x1x1x1 (a fourth dimensional being) and therefore doesn't even need the dragon balls to absolutely obliterate frieza, so what the fuck ever /j

[imasradiantasthesun]

i was inspired by this post by @evessupersecrettumbler to create a comparison chart for my headcanons for the D12 gang’s heights :D

i accidentally put Peeta as 5’11 instead of 5’10 lol whoops but point still stands, he’s a lot taller than Katniss. in the first book, she has to stand on her tip toes in order to kiss him on the jaw after the tribute parade. when he's first introduced, Katniss also describes him as "Medium height, stocky build." average height for men in the US is about 5'9. historically, average height has increased over time, and the books take place far in the future, though how this may be affected by the droughts, floods, and other environmental disasters (that a) no doubt affected access to nourishing food, and b) canonically lowered the human population in North America) is unknown to me. so i erred on the side of caution and decided that Peeta's full height is about 5'10, 5'11ish (likely after growing a bit after the 74th Games due to being much more well-fed).

through others’ words about Katniss as well as her own descriptions of herself (including the example above), we know that she is definitely small. off the top of my head i can remember: almost all of the male tributes and at least half of the female tributes in the first book are bigger than her (she also says, "Though I may be smaller naturally […]" in the same scene); in the first book she's small enough to be swallowed up by her sleeping bag; and Peeta says that Katniss, "isn't that very big" in Mockingjay.

while height is primarily determined by genetics, it can also be affected by other factors like medical conditions and malnutrition. in my opinion, both of Katniss's parents were on the shorter side, so she would've been as well anyway, but i think the fact that she was malnourished during a critical period of her childhood (aka after her father died when she was 11) sort of secured it. the average height for a woman in the US is 5'4, though in general the average height range is about 5'0 to 5'7, so the girls' heights vary a lot more than the guys' here. so i put Katniss squarely at 5'3 (on a good day lol)

we know that Gale was taller than 6’0 by the time he was 14, so i imagine him as 6’4; both of his parents are probably quite tall, and he was pretty much done growing by the time he was most heavily hit by malnutrition anyway (again, after his dad died when he was 14). Madge’s father is described as a “tall, balding man”, so i think she would be tall like him as well. she is also the most well-nourished kid in the district, so that probably helped her grow too.

Thom, Bristel, Delly, and Leevy are all basically based off of vibes and my own imagination. we know that Delly was described as (relatively) overweight, but that doesn’t really say anything about her height, so i just put her as 5'5, which is in the middle/slightly higher end of women's average range. Thom and Bristel were able to carry Gale along with Peeta (and i think Haymitch as well?) after he was whipped, so we at least know they’re strong. also, considering the fact that Gale was lying on a board at the time, i think the three of them (Peeta, Thom, and Bristel) were all roughly around the same height so they wouldn’t be uneven when carrying Gale. i also headcanon Thom and Bristel as being first cousins (their fathers are brothers), so they both got their dads' good genetics in terms of height.

there is absolutely nothing to indicate Leevy's height other than the fact that she's from the Seam, so she's malnourished. i headcanon that Leevy and Gale are second cousins through their mothers (specifically, their mothers have the same paternal grandparents), so Leevy's mom could be on the taller end for women, or at least medium height, but i also imagine Leevy's father being pretty short for a man, hence why Leevy is 5'2. heights can vary a lot even between full siblings (for example, my older brother is 8 inches taller than me because the men on my dad's side are always >=6'0 while the women on both sides are average/short), so it's not a stretch at all to say that Gale is more than a foot taller than Leevy despite them being cousins

[talisetekt]

Talise, I come with a very important question

Is 4' 11" short? Asking for a friend

It depends on the context (gender and country), however, as a woman from England who lives in America, I consider 4’11” to be short. Mainly because most people I see in my daily life are roughly between 5’3-6’ and the average height for a woman is 5’5”.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The tale of the Robin who never loved

Jason Todd x Male Reader (including swearing and sex)

Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

A dark abandoned warehouse filled with the screams of Jason Todd, the second Robin. The angry teenager who got too cocky.

Joker had just about done all methods of torture on the young man, laughing hysterically the whole time. Fear and sadness was all Jason could feel right now.

Jason never loved his whole life, his parents were just as bad as most of the scum who roamed the streets at night in Gotham. Jason lived in the streets, then being adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Jason found it hard to love the man he now calls Dad, feeling like he was only adopted into the Wayne line to replace his older brother, Dick. Not there because Bruce loved and cared for him.

So, here it was now in present day Gotham City, with Jason, or rather currently Red Hood, dishing what he was given all his life.

His unhealthy amount of anger was fostered by a pair of personas, until the day it was finally released on anyone who crossed him the wrong way.

Jason was not a happy man nor was he an empathetic man, at least not to those he didn’t care much for. He, of course, would make it very obvious. If Jason didn’t like you, there was no changing it, he did not like you.

Half the time there was no reason behind it, he just didn’t want to be open to new people. So used dislike as an excuse.

One particular humid night on patrol, humidity, heat and anger are never a good mix FYI, Jason was just not in the mood to give in. Patrol was rough, and criminals would be on the receiving end unfortunately.

The night club was loud tonight as the music blared, so loud the floor vibrated violently. Though no one cared, alcohol mixed with lights. People were never caring to complain the nightclub music hurt their ears.

Jason in particular stood out as he sat alone at the bar, drinking neat whiskey, more neat whiskey, shots, neat whiskey.

Was he drinking to forget? Feel better? Sleep better?

Jason didn’t know at this point as he poured the booze down his throat, waiting for the affects to kick in. One thing from the pit, was his tolerance got better, would drink way more than the average man and still had no affect. Drunkenness was not easy to come by.

The music was a good choice as Jason just listened and hummed along, to himself and just enjoyed the feel and the beat.

‘Hey handsome’ a woman smiled as she approached Jason.

Not unattractive to be fair as she stood a good height, roughly about 5’6, blonde curly hair, night dress. Great legs and soft skin. Big, blue eyes, not overdone with the fake tan and makeup.

‘Hi’ Jason side smiled, the woman placed her hand on Jason’s bicep, having a good feel.

‘I’m Elena, wanna dance with me?’ She asked, not letting go of Jason’s arm.

‘Sorry, Elena, I’m not really a dancer’ he replied politely, trying to pull his arm out of her grip.

Jason had his admirers but never cared much to let it go anywhere. To be fair, Jason knew his type, he just never met anyone from that.

‘It’s ok, we can have some drinks and see where the night goes’ Elena continued, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.

‘We can have a drink, I really don’t mind. Could use company’ Jason agreed, Elena getting happy as she sat next to him.

The two spoke for a while as they got past the first name basis, talking about music interests, different types of cocktails they liked.

‘So, you wanna have that dance now?’ Elena asked after a minute of talking about random music choice.

‘Still not a dancer, sorry’ Jason reminded, Elena smiled as she shrugged.

‘No problem hotness, we can go back to my place and have a different kind of dance’ Elena laughed.

‘You are a very beautiful woman Elena, but you’re really not my type’ Jason responded as politely as possible.

Elena looked at Jason annoyed as she sighed, looking him the eyes.

‘What would make me your type?’ She asked, Jason chuckled a little.

‘My type is toned, dark haired, nice eyes, great smile, male’ Jason informed, Elena clocked on and nodded.

‘Got it’ she said, sliding off the chair and walking away with her drink.

Jason laughed a little as he started on his next drink. Not paying attention to anything as he found humour in the situation he was just in.

That’s when he knocked someone’s arm and spilt their drink all over them, Jason’s eyes shot wide as he turned to them.

‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry, so sorry’ Jason apologised profusely to the male figure standing next to him.

‘It’s ok, really I didn’t look where I was going’ you said, seeing as Jason stared at you.

Call it enough and it’ll happen as Jason looked at you, toned, nice eyes, great smile, dark hair and male. Shit.

‘Let me buy you another drink’ Jason said as he urged you to stay next to him.

‘It’s ok’ you placed a hand on his shoulder, Jason insisting.

‘No really, it’s only polite, I knocked your drink out of your hand the least I should do is buy you another’ Jason kept insisting as he got the bartender over.

‘Hey, can I get another…uh’ Jason looked at you, you laughed.

‘God father’

‘Right, another one please’ Jason said to the bartender as he paid for the drink.

‘Feel like I should take you out to dinner’ you chuckled to Jason as he handed you the drink.

Jason looked at you with his eyebrows raised, smiling a little.

‘I mean, you brought me a drink so I should get you dinner’

Jason kicked the bar stool next to him to invite you to sit down, which you did.

The two of you sat for ages as you laughed and talked about life, having quite a deep conversation. You couldn’t deny this handsome stranger was quite intriguing.

‘I’m Jason Todd by the way, just realised I haven’t told you my name’ Jason held out his hand.

‘Y/n y/l/n’ you shook his hand with a bright smile.

The night got late as you looked down to see it was almost 1 in the morning, you didn’t even register how late it had gotten.

‘Crap, is that the time?’ You said looking at your phone screen.

‘Curfew?’ Jason asked jokingly as you smiled, nodding.

‘Something like that, was telling my roommate I wouldn’t be out too late tonight’ you stood up as Jason looked a little upset.

‘Well, if I give you my number will I get that dinner you promised?’ Jason asked, holding your hand.

‘Yeah, here’ you pulled a marker from behind the counter and wrote on Jason’s arm, your number of course.

‘Don’t wash that arm till you save my number’ you winked as you have Jason a kiss on the cheek.

Jason was almost floating the whole way home as he kept thinking about you, literally all he thought about for the 15 minute walk was you.

Your laugh, your smile…everything about you, Jason just wanted to go see you now.

‘What the hell?’ Jason said to himself as he got to his front door, wondering why he was like this all of a sudden.

First date was great, you gave Jason what he promised. Second date, Jason promised to kiss you spontaneously. And he did.

Jason stood with you under an archway as he took your hand in his, pulling you in and giving you a deep kiss. The kiss almost made you stop breathing as your heart stopped too, for about 30 seconds.

The kiss was all Jason could think about for the next couple of days, he couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. How good it made him feel.

It had been so long since Jason had kissed a guy he was sure he’d do something wrong, but you were so laid back. It took the pressure off.

Jason stood staring at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his shirt collar, he sprayed himself again. Thinking about how the next part was coming.

You entered Jason’s apartment after he kissed you at the door, all Jason wanted to do was kiss you. All the time.

There was a nice candlelit dinner with some light music on in the background, though no one paid attention to the music.

Jason couldn’t help the aching twitch in his pants as he looked at you, holding your hand from the other side of the table.

You weren’t doing much better either as all you could concentrate on right now was the same thing, the twitch.

Jason stood up as he took your hands in his and stood you up, kissing you passionately all of a sudden. A kiss you welcomed.

You pulled Jason in and pressed yourself up against his body, a body you’d been dying to see.

Jason slid your shirt off as you didn’t even register he’d unbuttoned it, you unbuttoning Jason’s. Running your hand down his torso, looking down and almost gasping.

‘Wow, you’re ripped’ you smiled.

A sigh of relief came from Jason as he pulled you in for another kiss, a relief that you never once commented on the scar filled body.

Jason lifted you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist, taking you to his room. Throwing you on his bed.

Jason pulled your pants down, your underwear and greeted your throbbing, hard dick with his mouth.

You threw your head back into the pillow as you moaned out, a breath escaped from your mouth in sheer joy.

Jason worked on your shaft like a pro as you moaned out, Jason held your hips in place as he went to work.

The bliss from his new found hobby was a feeling you didn’t know you could have, Jason holding you down so he could do all the work.

Jason came up to your face as he gave you another deep kiss, his tongue tasted of your pleasure. Though he wasn’t ready for you to finish yet.

He rolled you onto your stomach as he pulled your legs apart, Jason’s tongue tearing into your hole. Giving kisses to your ass cheeks, along with bites.

Jason was so hard it was hurting him but he wasn’t ready until you were, he wanted you to tell him how much you needed him. Jason was polite like that.

Jason dug his fingertips into your cheeks while his tongue devoured the hole, you gasping in pleasure.

‘Jason, I want you’ you breathed out, you felt Jason smile while his face was against you.

‘You sure?’ Jason asked, you grabbed at Jason’s leg, urging him to come closer.

You rolled on your back and kissed Jason deeply again, his lips were something special. You’d never had kisses like his before.

His kisses were hungry almost as Jason would grab and pull you close, yet he was also light when kissing, he would lightly peck before getting deeper.

‘Holy, wow’ you gasped as Jason took off his underwear.

There it was, Jason’s prize for your patience, his hard and throbbing dick, at least at a good 9/10 inches.

‘Come here baby’ Jason said sweetly, pulling you closer to him.

Jason lay you on your back while he kissed you, laying in between your spread open legs. Jason was lined up and ready.

You guys had spoken about protection already, you telling Jason you’re allergic to latex, so Jason took the responsibility to get latex free condoms.

Jason slid into you slowly, you buried your face into his shoulder, taking deep breaths. Jason entered and stayed there for a few seconds.

‘You ok babe?’ He asked you, you nodding as you breathed your way through it.

‘Yeah, feels amazing’ you smiled, Jason pecked your nose.

‘You want poppers?’ He asked sweetly, you shook your head.

‘No, just fuck me’ you urged as Jason began to move slowly.

Slow and small thrusts to start as No to brag, but Jason was aware he was quite big in the genital department, so he usually had to take his time when having sex with someone new.

‘Oh God, that feels amazing’ you breathed out, Jason smiled as he saw your face. Biting your lip, closing your eyes while your head was back in the pillow.

‘My sweet Angel’ Jason whispered as he picked up a quicker pace.

It had been a while for Jason so he was aware to take it slow, not to finish too quickly. Also, he was enjoying the view of you.

‘Jason, oh God’ you couldn’t find words as Jason began to move faster. Testing how fast he could go with you.

The more Jason sped up the more you loved it, so Jason began going quicker to a point where he was slapping against you.

‘I wanna sit on you’ you said as you urged Jason to roll on his back.

You slid back onto Jason’s dick while he lay down, you sitting on top.

You slid up and down slow for about a minute, running your hands up and down Jason’s arms and chest, then you began to go quicker.

‘Fuck, baby, y/n’ Jason almost shouted as you began to bounce quicker, allowing Jason to go balls deep inside you.

Jason took his hands away from your waist as he put one hand under his head, laying back. The other hand resting in your thigh.

Your hips moving as you began to jerk yourself, Jason taking his time to let you finish first.

‘Oh God I’m so close’ you moaned as you lay down on your back, your seed spilling everywhere. On Jason’s chest, the bed.

Jason chuckled as he started to pick up a quicker pace, you sat back up straight, feeling Jason inside you still.

‘Oh fuck, fuck’ Jason growled as he began to feel himself getting closer and closer.

‘Come in me’ you called out, neglecting the fact that the neighbours could hear you two.

Jason lifted his hips off the bed slowly and sharply as he got the end. Throwing his head back into the pillow.

You lay next to Jason as he caught his breath, while you kissed at his neck and shoulder.

‘I really need to clean up’ Jason smiled as he kissed your head, rolling out of bed.

Time went on and the two of you became more and more inseparable, after about 6 months Jason asked if you wanted to move your stuff to his apartment. You of course, accepting.

‘I really want to suck your dick’ Jason randomly said to you while you were cooking dinner, you smiled a little.

Jason lifted you off your feet and rested you on the counter, pulling your pants down as he went to work. Swallowing the load that came out.

‘Save the energy for dessert babe’ you smiled, Jason slapping your ass, pressing himself into you.

The two of you just had so much fun together and Jason was not even surprised or scared the first time you told him you loved him. He just wrapped you up in a hug, telling you he feels the same.

There was more to the relationship than just spurts if sex in the day, night and other times. Mean, you and Jason had sex nearly every night.

The other parts of the relationship was Jason surprising you to a trip away, Bruce’s beach house, a weekend getaway trip, a shopping trip. There really wasn’t anything Jason hadn’t surprised you with.

You introduced Jason to all the local Gay bars, you took him on his first pride March. Most precious to Jason, you just loved him hard. Probably the hardest anyone has ever loved him.

Jason Todd, the Robin who never loved, had changed dramatically and was mad at himself for so long going without you, for himself refusing to love and be loved. You helped him as he was now able to not only love you, but himself.

[lemonpoundcakes]

The spotlight refocused, and the performer emerged. The figure striding out from the curtain was not a drag queen but a drag king. She was average in height, a few inches shorter than herself, and roughly her age. Her vivid pink side-cut was combed and slicked back. She wore a vintaged red and black motorcycle jacket over a white shirt, with pin-striped pants. Motorcycle boots with something of a steampunk motif completed the outfit. She struck a disco pose, isolating her hips skillfully and jerking them to the beat.

She spun around on her heel, popped the collar on her leather jacket, and launched into motion: Strutting, dipping and swaying purposefully toward Caitlyn with a gleeful spark in her eyes. Surely, she had mortified many a woman on her birthday.

_____

Finding herself at a drag show on her birthday, the wealthiest heiress in Piltover becomes taken with a struggling ex-con who intends to give her the best birthday of her life.

[definitely-not-outlet]

OC Info - Elodie Brooks

art by go_lurk (twt link)

Name: Elodie Moira Brooks

Age: 23 (as of season 2)

Pronouns: she/her (when sent to the wasteland, learns about they/them pronouns and starts using she/they)

Residence: Vault 32, Vault 33 (former)

Occupation: Chief Hydroponics Engineer, Science Teacher (volunteer)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L. stats: S - 3, P - 8, E - 4, C - 4, I - 9, A - 7, L - 5

Other: Toyhouse Gallery

Physical Traits: Elodie is a woman of average height, roughly 5'5'' / 165cm, and has a pear-shaped body. She has hazel eyes (sometimes depicted as aqua green... idk why I do that tbh), and brown hair. She's most commonly found in the Vault 33 jumpsuit (or the Vault 32 jumpsuit, post-repopulation). Other outfits include standard Vault-Tec pajamas and the Vault-Tec Bathrobe.

Personality Traits: Elodie is an intelligent individual, with an almost encylopedic knowledge of the plants within Vault 33's Seed Vault. She has a great amount of skill with them as well, having single-handedly revived a large chunk of plants stored prior to the Great War. She doesn't really find much pride in her accomplishments, though, seeing it as her job and a 'tax' for being a part of Vault 33.

She is naturally inquisitive, asking questions whenever she's able, but doesn't seem to understand a large majority of social cues. As a result, a lot of the other dwellers tend to see her as strange or rude, citing her tendency to butt into conversations or talk over others. She tries her best, though, and cares a lot about the people she lives with. It's not her fault that socialization is so tricky...

When upset, Elodie tends to be very upset. She's already a loud talker, so when she's mad, she gets even louder. She also tends to cry when angry. She's prone to saying things she doesn't mean, and gets very apologetic once she calms down. When saddened, she's the polar opposite, shutting down and unable to talk. If she's close to the person that's comforting her, she gets very clingy. Her fear response is usually fawn, but if she's also pissed off she's something else entirely.

Elodie, overall, tends to be fairly reserved, but enjoys goofing off with people she's close to. Her mother jokes that she prefers plants to people, and Elodie's too embarrassed to admit that it's true.

Likes: Anything to do with plants, lemonade, fruits, birds, holotape games, relaxing on the atrium's balcony, a comfortable silence with those who understand her.

Main Goal: To see the sun before she dies.

Skills/Perks (based on 76): Science + Rifleman (would have up to Master for both), Green Thumb, Nerd Rage, Animal Friend, Pack Rat, Thru-Hiker, Batteries Included.

Essentially, she'd be an energy weapons user with a specialty for Gauss Rifles. I NEED to see a Gauss Rifle in the show ok? She'd also enjoy a Tesla Rifle but idk how she'd carry both. Gauss Rifle it is!

Dislikes: Mint (her least favorite plant), complete silence, Jello cakes, curling her hair, events where the entire Vault is in attendance and she's unable to stay at home.

Flaws/Weaknesses: This girl is fucking terrified of spiders and bugs. She's also incredibly skittish and prone to being loud when scared. She can be insecure, and often experiences anxiety over very mundane things. When stressed, she tends to lash out at people and then isolate herself, ashamed of her actions. She can get tunnel-vision easily, and is also not great in situations with a lot of noise.

Character Relations: Veronica Brooks: Elodie's mother. They get along well, but often butt heads because her mom doesn't quite understand her. Veronica likes gifting her things she'll never use, which annoys Elodie since she's very specific about what she owns. They have different goals, but respect and love each other as family.

Bartholomew Brooks: Elodie's father. They don't get along as well, since they're both headstrong and don't like admitting when they're wrong. They argue a lot about Elodie signing up for the Triennial Trade, since he thinks she's 'wasting her time' around the house, and is 'doing useless things'.

Katherine "Kat" Brooks: Elodie's sister. She works as a nurse in the Vault's clinic, and is inherently a caring person. She, too, is very headstrong, and differs from Elodie in her disdain for all things academic. Is very creative, and the two like to do art together. They care for each other a lot.

Norm MacLean: Her best friend since childhood. They've been secretly dating for over a year prior to the show's events. Their families know, and somehow have kept the secret. There's too much to put here, so I won't overshadow the rest with my love for normelodie.

Lucy MacLean: Another childhood friend, but they've grown apart in recent years. They work together at the school, and sometimes hang out for their joint lunches.

Hank MacLean: Elodie almost considers him a surrogate father, with how often she's over at the MacLean's house, and how often he gives her advice. He knows about her situation with her own father, and seems to take pity on her. He thinks she's a good match for his son, and possibly the only one who could withstand marrying him. Elodie worries that she annoys him, and often slips up by calling him "Overseer." She really respects him.

I'm probably missing something but yeah! The basics of Elodie! Please feel free to send any questions you may have my way!!

[howtofightwrite]

Can you talk more about height and combat? Like for example a taller woman fighting a shorter man? I usually see the opposite (and the woman having all of the disadvantages) but how would it look the other way around? Assuming neither is skinny.

In most circumstances, height is less important than a lower center of gravity. Height can be useful in some situations, such as being able to see over obstructing obstacles. Reach is very useful, though overall height results in a negligible increase to reach.

So, generally speaking, any object with a lower center of gravity will be more stable than one with a higher center of gravity. Obviously, when we're talking about inanimate objects, you can get some weird examples where this isn't the case, but when you're talking about your normal, roughly humanoid object, a lower center of gravity will be more stable than a higher one.

This leads into another general statement that won't be true in every possible case, but is important to be aware of, if someone says that women have, “all of the disadvantages,” in a match-up, they don't know what they're talking about. The low hanging fruit is that women are more resistant to exertion and exhaustion than men, and that will become important in a prolonged fight. As mentioned earlier, they have a lower center of gravity (in most cases), meaning that they'll be more stable than a male foe.

If you've ever watched Judo videos of a five-foot-nothing girl casually tossing a massive guy around, what you're seeing is a practical consequence of that lower center of gravity. This is just a practical application of basic physics. If your center of gravity is below your opponent's it is far easier to leverage them off the ground and deposit them in a tangled pile of limbs at the location of your choosing.

Beyond that, while getting into ground fighting can be very dangerous for the smaller fighter (regardless of their sex), being able to put your foe on the ground before getting dragged down yourself, does open the door to some options for ending the fight, if you have the stomach for it.

A taller woman versus a shorter man will narrow the difference between their respective centers of gravity, and may make it possible for the man to get his center of gravity lower than his foe, but it depends on the relative height difference, and you'd be looking at some pretty extreme differences before this starts to become a realistic possibility.

In the grand scheme of things, the total amount of mass is less important than where that mass is located. This is why ground fighting, that is to say, when both combatants have already fallen over, and are continuing to fight without getting back on their feet, can be very hazardous. At that point, both participants are about as stable as they'll ever be, and sheer volume of mass can be used effectively. When you're standing, not so much. Also, yes, there is a window in the transition to ground fighting where one combatant has gone down, and does have a stability advantage. Some martial arts (again, Judo comes to mind) specifically train to act in this window. You're not going to fall over again, so you may as well take the opportunity to maneuver and drag your foe down, with an eye for making their trip to the ground less pleasant than yours.

Something we've said, many, many, times is that reach is very important, and this is true. So, it would follow that a shorter person would have less reach, which is also true. On average, your arm-span should be roughly equivalent to your height. So, if you're 6ft, you should have a 6ft armspan. If you're 5ft8in, you should have a 5'8” arm span. (There's some slight variation based on gender here, which has more to do with the length of your individual arms. The average arm length for an adult male is ~14.5”, while the average arm length for an adult female is ~13.5”, even though the average height difference is ~5”.) However, in most combat situations, when we're talking about the importance of reach, we're talking about a difference measured in multiple feet. Someone armed with a 4” dagger is going to have a difficult time countering someone armed with a 60” greatsword, for example. However, when you're talking about a difference in a few inches, that's not nearly as decisive. Unless your shorter character is dramatically shorter, they shouldn't have any difficulty reaching their opponent, so while reach is an exceptionally important consideration in armed combat, gender isn't likely to be an important factor when calculating overall reach.

The big thing to understand about height, and this is very true when looking at authors interpreting its importance in writing, is the factor of intimidation. A taller person will generally feel more intimidating up front, and a lot of visual narratives use this as a cue to show that a character is at a disadvantage. Adventure fiction, like Indiana Jones for example, uses this to great effect and so do most martial arts action movies. When someone is talking about the importance of size, that's usually what they're referencing. When you see a massive person walking on screen or popping up in your favorite anime, your brain mentally checks itself and goes, “oh. Oh no.” This, of course, has nothing to do with reality, it's just our brains interpreting danger.

We say this a lot on the blog, but really, you learn to fight with the body you have. Men and women fight the way they're trained to fight, so they don't have intrinsically gendered fighting styles after release into the real world. The concept of gendered fighting styles really comes from anime and other fighting games or as a reaction against socially constructed systems such as 'fight like a girl!'

If you ask Michi, who grew up doing martial arts, what it looks like when a tall woman fights a short guy, her reaction is to shrug and say, “it looks like two people fighting.” There just isn't a discernible difference outside of personal, stylistic preferences.

-Starke

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[feetlovrpuppygirl]

A hand was put to my back, roughly shoving me to the ground. I tasted blood. "Fuck."

The bag was taken off my head, slowly, tauntingly. A woman stood before me, wearing a Farsight around her head and a knife around her leg, probably invisible to people standing at her height. I was on the ground, though.

"So you're the little girl who's been messing up our little business." Her hand found my chin and pulled me to a standing position. I growled at her.

"Which business? Are you police?"

"No, dear. We're the rats of this city."

I knew them. They had influence from beneath the surface, where the government had influence from over it.

"This city doesn't need machines that can kill."

"Are you sure? Even to take out the despot at the top?"

I was silent for a moment. So she knew a bit about me. "We don't kill."

"Why? I find it quite effective."

"We need to show the people-" I'm interrupted by a punch to the face. She hits hard.

"The people aren't going to listen until we show them power." She crouches down and pulls my head up by my hair. She doesn't look angry, rather she's completely nonchalant. "The willingness to exercise it is why you're a nuisance and we're an organization."

"You're going to become exactly like they are."

She frowned at that. "I won't, because I'll remember."

"You are right that we don't really have people, though. You wanna give us some of your members?" I laugh in her face.

She laughed softly and dropped my head to the ground, cracking my skull against the pavement. "No."

The door burst open, a flashlight shining in, and upon hearing the sound the woman bolted. The flashlight chased her, but didn't catch her before she'd disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse.

"Are you okay?" I heard metallic footsteps behind me. I couldn't see them.

"I don't want your help." I struggle against my restraints. If only they hadn't searched me, I'd have my knife.

"It's okay. It's okay." The robot flipped me over so I could see her face. "I'm Two." It untied my restraints.

"I can walk."

"Are you sure? I know a good doctor."

"I don't want help from a robot." I stumbled off. Or, tried to. Two caught me after two steps.

"Let's take you to a medic. I know a great one. My sister, Stephanie."

"A robot medic?"

"Me and my siblings are a bit different than your average robot." I would have said she said it joyfully, if I believed robots felt that.

"Fine. I'll go." If only to get away faster. I had new things to prepare.

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Birthday Bumps

by disingenue

*The spotlight refocused, and the performer emerged. The figure striding out from the curtain was not a drag queen but a drag king. She was average in height, a few inches shorter than herself, and roughly her age. Her vivid pink side-cut, was combed and slicked back. She wore a vintaged red and black motorcycle jacket over a white shirt, with pin-striped pants. Motorcycle boots with something of a steampunk motif completed the outfit.  She struck a disco pose, isolating her hips skilfully and jerking them to the beat. She spun around on her heel, popped the collar on her leather jacket, and launched into motion: Strutting, dipping and swaying purposefully toward Caitlyn with a gleeful spark in her eyes. Surely, she had mortified many a woman on her birthday.*

_____

Finding herself at a drag show on her birthday, the wealthiest heiress in Piltover becomes taken with a struggling ex-con who intends to give her the best birthday of her life.

Words: 3844, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Tobias Kiramman, Cassandra Kiramman

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Drag King! Vi, Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), POV Caitlyn (League of Legends), POV Vi (League of Legends), Femslash, Fluff and Smut, Minor Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Top Vi (League of Legends), Soft Vi (League of Legends), Soft Caitlyn (League of Legends), Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), Oral Sex, Tribadism, Scissoring, First Time, Vaginal Fingering, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Light-Hearted

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVE ENTRY #2: SHRIKE [PTN]

“I’ll do better this time. I promise.” - Shrike, to [ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED]

◆ Name: Shrike ◆ Title: Passerine Eulogy ◆ Alignment: Anger ◆ Tendency: Reticle

Shrike is a fanmade character in Path to Nowhere. A mysterious Sinner who appeared one night on the MBCC's doorstep. No records of her exist on any database, as if she's nothing but a ghost. If you asked her, she'd agree.

◆ Info ⤷ Birthday: May 14th ⤷ Height: 170cm ⤷ Damage Type: Physical ⤷ Birthplace: UNKNOWN

◆ Appearance Shrike is a woman of fair complexion and average height with short, mint-green hair and eyes roughly the same shade. Her hair is cut unevenly, clearly done unprofessionally and in a rush, likely with a knife. On the left side of her face, one strand of hair is longer than the other. She wears an earring on her left ear only. She has a scar crossing from the tip of her right brow, to the edge of her right jaw.

On missions, Shrike wears a black coat over a standard-issue MBCC Adjutant uniform. The coat itself is quite ragged and is torn in certain places. The uniform, though similar, has some distinctly different features, such as the white panel being on the left side, rather than the right. Shrike also wears a leather glove on her left hand only, and wears the typical knee-high heeled boots. Most importantly, however, Shrike is missing the beret normally issued to Adjutants.

◆ Mutation Assessment The subject has the ability to traverse the multiverse. This gives the subject two other adjacent abilities, which include temporary intangibility as she phases between universes and the ability to somewhat predict the next few possible moves of her opponent by rapidly cycling through other universes and observing their outcomes.

According to the subject's own admission, her Sinner ability awakened when she suffered an immense failure of her duty. Desperate to correct her mistakes, she was contaminated by Mania and became a Sinner.

The subject's corruption state fluctuates randomly. Sometimes the subject experiences 'glitches', where she flickers in and out of the current universe she inhabits, causing a spike in Mania. However, these 'glitches' are easily calmed using the Chief's shackles. Beyond this, the subject exhibits a stable mind and low physical corruption. ⤷ An interesting fact noted by the medical team is that Shrike's DNA has a 100% similarity to Adjutant Nightingale's.

◆ Criminal Record The subject has no record in this universe, and remains tight-lipped about her criminal status (or lack thereof) in her home universe.

◆ Serving Term ⤷ Serving Term 1: The subject typically prefers to keep to herself, maintaining what seems to be a professional distance between herself and other Sinners. Notable exceptions are the 9th Agency Commander, Langley, as well as Sinners Donald and Matilda. Shrike is openly hostile to all three parties, and will vacate the premises if she encounters these three.

⤷ Serving Term 2: The subject is highly meticulous and capable at paperwork. The staff sometimes pass excess work to her, such as reviewing documents and evaluating reports. This extreme efficiency also applies to Shrike's performance on missions.

⤷ Serving Term 3: The subject has frequent nightmares during hypnotherapy sessions that causes her M-value to spike. During these nightmares, the subject often calls out to Chief in between screams and cries of regret and anguish. Thankfully, Chief is always around to use their shackles and calm her down.

⤷ Serving Term 4: The subject is sometimes puzzled by Chief's relaxed, friendly and compassionate behavior towards the Sinners. She appears to have expected Chief to behave otherwise. Although, she is quite happy with this change of pace.

◆ Voicelines

Obtain the Sinner...

...It's good to see you again, Chief.

Level Start...

This time, I won't fail. I swear.

Win Battles...

Chief, are you harmed? No? That's good.

Lose Battles...

No, no, no, no, not again, please...!

Special Conversation 1...

Your shackles... they feel strange. Softer. Kinder. It's... nice. I hope I can help them stay this way.

Special Conversation 2... [unlocked after completion of Chapter 13]

Hecate is different. There is so much... life to her now. Hella, too. You really are something, aren't you, Chief? They--no, all the Sinners are lucky to have you.

Special Conversation 3...

I've traveled more worlds than I can remember, and I've lost you in every one. But this time--this time will be different, Chief. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear it. I'll do whatever it takes.

Developer Notes:

Meet Shrike, everyone. Possibly the most traumatized OC I've ever made, the product of my fever delirium and minor obsession with ITSV while listening to History Has Its Eyes On You on repeat.

To put simply, Shrike is Nightingale--if Nightingale failed to keep Chief alive. Shrike's universe hopping is in an effort to correct her mistake, but every universe she enters, Chief still dies; except for this one.

Shrike has traveled at least a dozen universes.

Shrike's name comes from the bird of the same name. Shrikes are passerine birds just like nightingales, but they are leagues more violent. Shrikes are also colloquially known as butcherbirds!

Shrike's weapon of choice is a handgun, just like Nightingale's. I haven't come up with a kit for Shrike as of yet, so for now she's relegated to being a lore-only character.

Shrike has negative trust in anyone even remotely associated with Paradeisos. Given the opportunity, she absolutely would put a bullet between Shalom's eyes.

Shrike is one of those characters whose loyalty is so strong it can corrupt into immorality. Devotion and destruction, one in the same.

As always, I can't draw for shit, so here's another Picrew of what Shrike roughly looks like. Since she's also technically Nightingale, you could also just imagine Nightingale, but a little more beat up and with short hair, LOL.

taglist: @e-hibiscus

[banglemanhimself]

have you heard about the unique breeding compatibility between that guy that started the half foot union and larger species? Well, when it comes to taking cock, it's said that Chillchuck is the best in the island. standing at 3 foot 7 inches tall, he’s the perfect height to take the average tall man dick, his petite figure is enticing, arousing anyone who sees him. His body is tender and succulent, perfect for any amount of rounds. not only dose he have a natural instinct to arch his back, exposing his hips designed for birthing. Chillchuck's cock is known for its robust flavor and soft meaty texture as well, making him an ideal choice for those seeking a hearty helping of white goodness. With his disproportionately large load size, he can provide enough sustenance to keep a gooner satisfied for days. it ads an almost comedic affect with how small his dick is. average size for his species being roughly 3 inches. ontop of that, with half foots heightened senses, you'll be sure to be making him cum more and faster than you. And let's not forget his versatility when mating with multiple partners. With his small and limber body, he can work his way into any number of positions between almost any quantity of people. Whether it's impregnating, sucking, or swallowing, Chillchuck is the ultimate breeding tool for any man or woman who comes his way. So, next time you're venturing into the depths of the dungeon, keep an eye out for this treasure. With his unmatched compatibility with anyone, Chillchuck is truly a gooner's dream come true